The JTC

Susan woke up on the ceiling. Her first thought wasn't "What am I doing up here?", however. It was: "Hey! I don't feel like I'm dying!"
It had been three days of unimaginable torture. Workers running in and out with clipboards, workers poking and prodding her, and every breath making her mind reel in pain. She had slipped into blissful unconsciousness the third day, and now here she was. it finally registered that she was not on the ground. Her back was, indeed, attached to the ceiling, which she could now tell was metal. She wrenched off one of her arms, and looked at it. She gasped lightly. It was silver, the same color of the ceiling. It flew back to the ceiling with a bang. A door opened, and a worker walked in. She looked around frantically when she realized that Susan wasn't on her cot.
"Oh God. Where the hell is she? Foster's gonna have my head..."
"Up here." Susan whispered.
The worker looked up and let out a long sigh.
"Oh, thank the Lord. We've got ourselves a metamorph. I'll have someone come to get you down."
She ran out, scribbling madly on her clipboard.

Deme

I walked out of the romm, making notes on my clipboard. Ah, that girl nearly gave me a heart attack. Was she trying to get me killed.

"Foster," I said, walking up to him, "We have a metamorph in room 12. She is on the ceiling." I noticed Carmen was nearby drawing on her pink clipboard.

"Carmen, go check it out, try and get her to calm down enough to get her of the ceiling." Carmen nodded and sped off.

"How are the others?" Foster asked.

"Doing well, but one had a melt down- not literally- but her room looks like a tornado ran through it."

"Ah," was his only reply.

Ashley:

I woke up and immediately knew that I wasn't in my room. I tried to sit up but found my wrists strapped down. I swore quietly and looked around. I was in a isolation room but it looked more like a lab.

I stared at the ceiling and tried to see if I could sense anything. After a few minutes I came up with nothing.

"Damn it," I muttered. I let my head fall back and sighed. Serves me right for going to lunch in the hopes of not seeing Foster.

The door opened and one of the workers walked in. She quietly went about her work, checking the supplies in the glass cabinet near the door and then my restraints.

Isaiah Foster

"Have someone clean it up and send her to testing, find out what caused the wreck," he said after a moment's thought. She nodded and he continued. "Then come find me."

He left for the interrogation room, thinking over how he would carry out the conversation. After a few turns he made it and elt himself in. Miss Grywisovich was strapped to a chair on one end of a small table, and beside her a worker, checking her drug levels. Isaiah shooed him away and sat down in the chair opposite the girl. She glared at him as he folded his hands out in front of him. With a slight smile, he asked her, "What would you say if I told you I could show you skills you didn't even know you had?"



**I'm sorry for having such short posts, and I know I've yet to post for Jessie, but I'll try to post for her tonight. Try.**

That's okay. And it's fine if your character gets some new powers, but remember, this isn't a "who-can-be-most-powerful" contest. That goes for everyone.

Hero:

"I would ask you what kind." I said, trying to appear uninterested. What was the use of power if they were just going to drug you out of it. I had seen Susan, a little girl, strapped to a freakin' examination table just this morning. If I had hidden powers, the people here would do their best to extinguish it. Like my flame. I had tried all the time as I sat in the waiting room to get at least a little flicker, but nothing would happen.

Foster got up and started pacing arrogantly, like he knew something I didn't. Which he did.

"Stop looking so smug and spit it out." I said casually. Still making like I didn't give a crap.

Rory:

After Ashley's explosion of power two workers had come in and taken her away. My sister had come running down the corridor muttering something about an metamorphic and I was left standing in the corridor. This place was a mad house. I began to wander down the corridor. I wanted to get out of here and why not get a lay of the land now. I began to run, no doubt if anyone found me out of my room I'd be in for it. I turned a corner and burst through some double doors. I stopped in horror, I had run right into Fosters office. An alarm rang and two workers came up behind me, one had a needle and they stuck it in my arm. I just had time to see Fosters face lie thunder and Hero strapped to a table before I passed out.

I came around restrained and in a little sectioned off area. This must be isolation, like in schools. I tried to reach out with my mind to see if there was anyone else around and I felt Ashley, she was sitting in the next cell. I placed a thought in her mind, the thought that I was there in the next cell. I withdrew from her mind just in time to hear her gasp. A minute later she looked around the divide and gasped again.

"Rory?! How'd you..."

A worker came into the room and she whipped back into her own cell. I smiled, at least I knew that the restraints in the isolation cell couldn't hold my power down.

Ashley:

"Rory?! How'd you..."

A worker came into the room and I quickly whipped back into my own cell. Strangely, I could now feel Rory in the cell beside me. He seemed smug about something.

The worker came in my room and strapped me back into the chair I had escaped from. Foster had had me moved about an hour ago after I passed out again while he was in the room next to mine.

"You should behave," she warned and slid an IV into my arm. I felt myself go woozy. "Dr Foster would be very upset if we lost you now."

"Why?" I snapped, fighting off the daze. "It's not like I'm going anywhere."

She laughed. "Oh, that's what you think."

I tried to say something but it came out in a jumble, making the worker laugh. She said something and walked towards the door. A moment later and Foster walked in. He saw me as I dropped my head and sighed.

"You gave her too much, Ms. Gertuse," he said and suddenly he was closer. I couldn't feel anyone now. I felt him tip my head up. "You're still awake for now," he said. "I know you are."

He sat down next to me and reluctantly I opened my eyes. "What do you want?" I slurred and he laughed. I was glad I couldn't feel him at the moment.

"I'm going to make you an offer, Ashley," he said and I shot him a weak glare. "What would you say if I told you I could show you skills you didn't even know you had?"

I stared at him for a moment. "No."

"No?" he asked, surprised.

"No," I confirmed and closed my eyes, trying to shut him out. He leaned forward and put his mouth by my ear, as if he was telling me a secret.

"Oh, but I haven't even told you how yet," he said and retreated. I glared at him, though it was still weak.

"The answer is still no."

Rory,

I heard Foster threatening Ashley beside me, or at least thats what it sounded like from here. I pushed out to his mind but found it blocked with that weird protection that the workers had. I cursed under my breath.

Another worker came into the room, she walked into my cell and checked that I was still restrained properly. I pushed at the walls of her mind and found them unblocked. She clearly wasn't important enough to be given protection yet. I made her think that she should untie me so that I could move properly. She did so and without so much as a backward glance, she left me alone. She went next door to assist Foster. I pushed on her mind again and was surprised as I heard what she was hearing.

"Oh, but Ashley. You could be great." Foster purred.

I gasped in shock, I had never done this before. I pushed further into her mind and suddenly my vision changed and I was looking into Ashleys scared face. I resisted the urge to cry out and I tried to move my hand. The worker who I was possessing moved her hand exactly as I had done. I smiled, this was fantastic.

(If you don't mind, Texan, I'd like to write this little piece for Foster, also, for everyone else, I know that I'm kinda god-modding here. But it's okay, because I gave Foster the clear on that if you remember.)
*Foster*

The girl stretched out her hand, and Foster slapped her across the face. Rory winced in the other room.
"Who's controlling you?" he asked.
The worker, dazed and confused, blinked. Foster grabbed her clipboard. "Rory."
He sprinted out of the room just in time to run into Rory, making a getaway. He grabbed Rory by the ears.
"You. Will Not. Meddle. With. Worker's. Minds!!" He yelled, making each word sharp. He snagged a worker who he knew was protected.
"Take this one to the Experiment Room. Dose him with whatever hasn't been tested."
Rory found himself seized by the arm.
"Good-bye, Rory. Hopefully for you, this drug won't have any side effects." Foster said, as Rory was dragged down the hall in the iron grip of a worker. He turned back into the room. He wasn't done with the girl, yet.

Come on! Don't abandon this, you guys!

Rory

I was dragged away by the worker. Damn! I hadn't realised that Foster was so powerful, no wonder that he was in charge. I was taken into a scientific looking laboratory and strapped to a table the worker called to someone and my sister came around the corner.

"Foster said to give him all the drugs," the worker told my sister. I saw her eyes widen.

"All of them?" She questioned, trying to keep her voice calm. The worker nodded and left. My sister lent down to whisper in my ear.

"Rory, I'll have to give you some of the drugs, otherwise it will look suspicious. You are in for a rough few days, but I'll give you general anesthetic to knock you out for most of it."

"I don't care what you do! None of this would have happened if you hadn't brought me here in the first place!" I spat at her, I was grateful that she was doing the injections but I didn't want her to know that. My sister sighed and left, she returned quickly with a needle which she stuck in my arm. I felt myself go instantely weaker and my sister started singing to put me to sleep. My eyelids closed and I drifted off into dreams of escaping the compound.

(sniff. that's sad.I want to give Rory a hug. Is that bad?)

Carmen

I give Rory the shot, then begin to sing. I find myself singing Seven Hills, his favorite song. Its slow and sad, but calming.

Seven hills,
that I'm yet to cross.
Seven hills,
Seven chances to get lost.
Seven tears,
Glistning on your cheek.
But I won't be there to dry them.

Cause I got,
These Seven hills to cross.
And I'm leavin you behind.
Cause this just ain't your fight.

Seven hills,
Seven hearts I'm yet to break.
Seven hills,
Still afraid that I'm to late.
Seven tears,
Glistning on your cheek.
But I won't be there to dry them.

This just ain't your fight.
I'm leaving you behind,
We'll each go our own...way....now...

Cause these seven hills wern't meant for you.

I find myself crying by the end. The song just breaks my heart to sing, because I know its so true. I know how the person who wrote this felt now. I should never have brought my brother here, and as soon as he woke up I was going to apologize.

*stop making me sad! now I want to hug rory and carmen!*